Thursday, March 3, 2011

A haiku garden

Each time the wind blows
the butterfly finds a new home
on the willow
- Basho

White camellias falling -
the only sound in the
moonlit evening

Not in a hurry
to blossom-
the plum tree at my gate
- Issa

Opening their hearts
ice and water become
friends again
- Teishitsu

Under the trees
into the salad, into the soup-
- Basho

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